great, now I feel less crazy!
so, when I go around telling people that I am writing a novel in november, I get some pretty good reactions.
Lots of:
“Uh-huh” and “Like you’re going to write 2000 words EVERY SINGLE DAY for a month? Riiiiight.”
This article makes me feel somewhat more socially acceptable.
Also, I’m going to stop talking about this novel.
I had a very bizzare dream last night about driving a small red convertible sportscar to a university under the sea or on a boat or in an airlocked planet or the centre of the earth. I had to drive onto a loading bay and through futuristic tunnels, on the left hand side of the road, in order to get there. I remember getting the hang of the clutch and really going for speed and excitement.
When I got to the university I was looking for my friends who had gotten there by other means. (why did I drive only myself if I had a car? I asked myself after I woke up.) I climbed narrow staircases and entered high-ceilinged rooms that were lit by some invisible windows – the light was emanating from the walls themselves. I couldn’t find my friends, so I decided to grab a bite to eat. I sat down in an ellipse-shaped room at a small round table. A menu was presented to me. The specials? Braised Brains. “delicate flavour and texture,” read the menu, “may take some time to prepare.” The menu went on and on with various organs and body parts. Horrified, I left the restaurant in a hurry. As I was driving away, along a road which wound through forests of huge trees, I thought about people literally dying to be on the menu in my dream, and I was quite disgusted and concerned
there is more, of course, that I can’t completely remember. I walked into a study room at one point, and there were lots of people sitting in a circle. They would go around in some order that I couldn’t determine, and recite quotations in foreign languages. when I realized that I didn’t understand a thing that was being said I left even though there were people sitting across from me that seemed friendly.
This was the most highly vivid dream I have had in ages. Needless to say, when I picked out a sandwich for lunch today, I chose the cheese.
